Elk season is a big event at our house, well for some of us. As soon as the weather starts changing you can smell it in the air. Opening weekend this year me and Jessie's cousin Ty packed in towards the top of Cuddy Mountain. After hiking in rugged terrain and through a gauntlet of people we finally found one with horns and with a pulse, and I missed. After two more days of unnecessary exercise we had to return to work. After watching a herd on private land all week we were able to gain permission, and Saturday morning the stalk was on. The herd was gone, but one was left behind. One shot and he dropped in his tracks. He's not big but people say small ones eat better(good excuse for missing a big one).
One more weekend of hunting and Jessie will finally have her husband back!!! 
4 comments:
Looks good.
Thanks for the call today it helped!! Tell Keith good job!
I do not envy the lucky one who gets to clean that thing. But nice job Keith, way to bring home the "bacon".
yup that was priceless and my husband thought it was so are u having a new baby cause I see a baby calander on ur page may be wrong.
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